Thursday The Rabbi Walked Out

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WEDNESDAY EVENINGS, THE BOARD OF SELECTMEN MET., AND the rabbi had made a note of it on his calendar. Shortly after dinner, he called Lanigan at the stationhouse to ask if he were planning to attend.

"I'm expected to be present at the selectmen's meetings, and I usually go unless something special has come up. You're concerned about the traffic light business? How about dropping over here so we can plan our strategy?"

"I'll be right over."

"How does it look?" the rabbi asked eagerly as soon as he was seated in the chiefs office some fifteen minutes later.

"I had a brainstorm right after you called." Lanigan said. "Those fellows on the board are pretty considerate of each other. I've seen it happen any number of times. One of them asks for reconsideration of some motion, and the others go along as a matter of courtesy, then, if he withdraws his request for reconsideration, they go along with that, too, So I called Albert Megrim. My idea was that maybe we could convince him to withdraw the request he made last week."

"And?"

"He wasn't in. I spoke to his wife, she says he doesn't come home for dinner Wednesdays, he goes to the Agathon and eats there and then goes on to the meeting. So I thought we'd go and see him at the Agathon."

"You mean both of us?"

Lanigan looked at him quizzically. "Does it bother you going there? Because it's the same for me as it is for you, they don't have Catholics any more than they have Jews."

"Well, we're going there on business."

"That's the way I feel about it," said Lanigan. "I’ve been invited there to dinner on occasion, and I’ve always made some excuse. But as you say, this is business."

As they drove, Lanigan explained the reason for his strategy. "Chances are, if we let matters take their natural course, we'd probably come out ahead anyway. But you can never tell, the other night, Sturgis was sounding off at the Republican Club about how important it was for the town to hold down expenditures, he might vote against it just because it costs money, and he might feel he has to be consistent, and Cunningham, who is on a pension, is always worrying about the tax rate, then Megrim might vote against it just to be consistent with his having asked for reconsideration, and there you have a majority, and we'd be sunk."

"And this way?"

"This way, well, if we can persuade Megrim to withdraw his motion to reconsider, and if the rest go along and permit him to, then we're back to the original vote to install the traffic lights."

At the club, the steward informed them that Megrim was in the bar. "Down the corridor as far as you can go, and it's the door to the left."

Only Albert Megrim and Dr. Springhurst were present when they entered the room, and the selectman rose when he saw them. "I’ve been expecting you. Hugh,” he said. In response to Lanigan's inquiring look, he explained. "I called home a little while ago, and Alice told me you'd called and were coming out. Rabbi Small? I’ve seen you around, but I don't think we've ever met. Do you know Dr. Springhurst?"

"I know Rabbi Small." said the elderly minister.

"We met at the Ministers' Conference." said the rabbi.

"We came about the traffic light business, Al," said Lanigan when they were seated.

"I figured as much when you brought the rabbi with you." said Megrim. "Let's see. I guess it comes up tonight. What do you want?"

"Well, after you voted for it a couple of weeks back, you asked for reconsideration last week." said Lanigan. "I figured it was because Ellsworth Jordon asked you to."

"That's right, he was an abutter, and he hadn't been notified."

"Yeah, but he's not concerned anymore." said Lanigan brutally.

"You want me to vote against it, when I was the one that asked for reconsideration?"

"Why not? You asked for reconsideration after you voted for it. But I don't see why you have to vote at all. Why can't you just withdraw your motion to reconsider?"

"Because the board already voted to reconsider." Megrim said.

"So what? They voted it because you asked them to, as a courtesy to a member of the board. If you said you'd like to withdraw your motion to reconsider, would any of them object?"

"Well, maybe not."

"What's it all about?" asked Dr. Springhurst.

Megrim explained, and Lanigan added. "My interest is that it would save me posting a man there every day."

"And what was Jordon's objection?" asked the doctor.

"As an abutter, he's supposed to be notified." Megrim said, "and he didn't receive notification, he was pretty indignant about it. Claimed the board was high-handed. So I asked for reconsideration. I don't even know if he objected to the traffic lights down at the temple, he was just sore that he hadn't been informed."

"Oh, I think he probably did." said Dr. Springhurst. "I think his objection was that the temple would be helped by the arrangement."

"What makes you think so?" asked the rabbi.

"I'm quite convinced of it." said Dr. Springhurst. "Ellsworth Jordon was a lonely old man without friends or family, he'd come here to the bar about once a week or so. Why here? Because in a bar, you can sit around and talk with anyone informally. You'd never see him in the dining room, or anywhere else in the club. Just here. In a bar you can talk freely and say the most outrageous things and be indulged. If it's quite bad, people tend to assume you're in your cups and they tolerate it." He smiled wanly. "Maybe that's why I come here, too, anyway, I remember a little while ago, he was here when we were talking about admitting to membership this Ben Segal who has taken over the Rohrbough Corporation. Ellsworth said he would blackball him because he was a Jew, although it was fairly obvious that those around the table at the time were favorably disposed to admitting him. It's true we don't have any of your people on our rolls. Rabbi, but then I don't believe there have ever been any applications from them, the curious thing is that the one who sponsored Segal was Larry Gore, who is kin to Jordon. I understand."

"Was Gore here when he said it?" Lanigan asked.

"Oh no." Dr. Springhurst shook his head. "Occasionally, Gore would bring him and then call for him here to take him home. Ellsworth didn't like to drive at night. But Gore never stayed, he would immediately go down to the pistol range and spend time there, he's quite rabid on shooting. I understand. Club champion. I believe."

"That's right. Larry doesn't drink." said Megrim. "I remember that night when Jordon sounded off on Segal and your people in general. Sounded a little crazy to me, to tell the truth. Said he hated them because all Jews had become Christians, or some such nonsense, and I'd heard him at other times, too, he'd make little digs, sly remarks, all right. I'll go along. I'll ask the boys to let me withdraw my motion." A thought crossed his mind, and he looked curiously at Rabbi Small. "I suppose from your point of view Jordon's death was punishment from on high for his attitude toward your kind."

"Oh no." said the rabbi quickly. "I'd hate to think so." Megrim opened his eyes wide. "You would?" "Naturally," said the rabbi. "Because the corollary would be that either any wicked person who was alive and prosperous was not really wicked or that God was unaware of his actions."

Dr. Springhurst chuckled. "Ah, then you believe as we do that the wicked are punished after death."

"No-o, we don't believe that either," said the rabbi. "That would mean depriving men of free will, we feel that virtue is its own reward, and evil carries with it its own punishment."

"But if he's healthy and prosperous and happy." Lanigan objected.

"But he is diminished, he's less than he was by virtue of his sin. It's like a speck of dust on a fine mechanism. It doesn't stop it, but it prevents it from functioning with the accuracy that was its original potential, and every additional sin or wickedness decreases the potential of the machine still more."

"And a good deed is like a spot of oil on the mechanism?" Dr. Springhurst suggested.

"Something like that."

Megrim glanced at his watch and rose. "We better get going if I want to get to the meeting on time."

"Just a minute, Albert." said Dr. Springhurst. "I'd like to ask the rabbi what he meant when he said that punishment and reward after death deprived man of free will?"

The rabbi, who with Lanigan had also risen, paused and said. "Well, I suppose it depends on what you mean by free will."

"Why freedom of choice, of course, the right to choose—"

"Between bread and toast?" the rabbi challenged. "Between turning right or left at a crossing? The lower animals have that kind of free will. For man, free will means the freedom to choose to do something he knows is wrong, wicked, evil, for some immediate material advantage. But that calls for a fair chance of not being discovered and punished. Would anyone steal if he were surrounded by policemen and certain of arrest and punishment? And on the other hand, what virtue is there in a good deed if the reward is certain? Since God is presumably all-seeing and all-knowing, no transgression goes undetected, and no good deed fails to be noted. So what kind of free will is that? How does it differ from the free will of the laboratory rat that is rewarded by food if he goes down one path of a maze and is given an electric shock if he goes down another?"

"Then what happens after death according to your people?" The rabbi smiled. "We don't pretend to know."

Dr. Springhurst looked bemused. "That's a very interesting point of view." He rose and held out his hand to Rabbi Small. "Tell me, do you take a drink occasionally? Or is it against your principles, or your religion?"

"No. I drink on occasion. In fact, it is enjoined us every Sabbath and most of our holidays."

"Then would you do me the honor of coming down here some evening and having a drink with me?"

"I'd be happy to. Doctor."